Wood That Burns
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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I am the wood that burns crackling
at dusk
I am the fire dropped from fierce
night stars
I am the excess dropped from reference
frames
I make way for the serene being
troublesome
I am the caves that Time chooses as
wombs
I am the seas the waves the Oceans
I am tragedy after tragedy of the
centuries
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